Of Bedrocks, Beauty and Belief

We hone, with common skin and bone

Life-lessons we are taught

And sharpen on time’s silk and stone

The ilk that cradles thought

The beauty of the earth, it seems

Is immune to man’s quirks

But lays its best beneath our dreams

In nature’s faultless works

As we, mindful or not, of God

Glimpse hints of heaven-dust

And trample with feet mercy-shod

Its stomping ground of trust

What hope we hold in human hearts

If we are not deceived

For Hope is that which God imparts

To we who have believed

Lord, be the hope in us this day

The bedrock of each thought

Lest we be tricked by heathen sway

And live this life for naught

Temptation does not change its tone

In spite of changing views

Where we, with common skin and bone

Worship the God we choose

© Janet Martin